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eternity roams
inside me I can’t
help but travel
forever wondering
the mind and space
on earth as in dreams
seeking some order
chasing the waters
harmony to fill me
deep from the inside
to make me a lake
alas at home
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This poem is part of the bilingual poetry collection California Notebooks 01 on sale on Amazon. If you wish you can read the Italian version on the post previous to this one titled Armonia.
Happy New Year, Happy New Life!
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I wish no one
to die without a hint
of poetry
a hue of love
compassion or
passion
I wish you
all the urge to cross
over this
threshold
while in your home
a nice skin
seeking a touch
from heaven to come
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This poem is part of the poetic collection, available on Amazon, California Notebooks 02
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poetry falls
as pigment
on wet paper
.
creating
a world
of beauty
.
marveling
at the smooth
escape door
.
.
.
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I write
a ladder
to heaven
upward
I hold
as seen
in my morning
dream
.
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mind not to make
assumptions about
the man you love
not to project on him
the beauty you hold
or wish to be there
.
.
.
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the light will hit you
gloriously when in the midst
of nothing you’ll see
everything
.
.
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my feelings this time
don’t want to stay on
paper or even reach it
there’s is a modesty
to them as they rise
from my aging family
I move from pangs
of anxious pain to
serenity as giving
honor to vulnerability
brought forth a new
sweetness to be
savored alone
.
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.
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awakening to
having no
choice that
to have a job
that holds me
between the earth
and the sky
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I am a drawing compass
one feet pointed the soft
one bent on a dance to
go from here to there to
close the circles to jump
out to run free today
.
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early this morning
the sun kissed
the tips of grass
like light
bulbs turned on
one at a time
to brighten the
soggy meadow
.
.
.
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there is that voice inside
that opens our eyes to
.
a secret mirror reflecting
.
our deepest nature to
our absolute beauty
.
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.
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I’m at loss
describing beauty
a godly attribute
.
words aligned as pearls
.
to become a necklace
and I can’t find
the thread
.
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.
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how do we become
is there a law
past human knowledge
how to be
candid and transparent
opalescent
almost gone while here
.
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.
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being there
one day
where the sound
of butterflies wings
could be heard
stretched on a smile
attentive to my
body changes
on the awe of gratitude
cracking away
a bit at a time
to deeper life
.
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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02
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it comes up
as water gushing
out of a broken pipe
the flood of tears
when I sit face
to face poetry
meeting me
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